John Taggart's _When the Saints_ is blowing me away. Stunning. Really. I am rolling. Flying. My head's on fire.
Don't need a pond.
I read a few pages and feel compelled to write. I am really really digging this shit.
This man knows how to use repeition unlike anyone I've read.
Listening to "Brilliant Corners" right now. Predictable I know, but Taggart and Monk are really juicing me up.
I traded in a free exam copy of some boring anthology and got $11. I wanna find some more Taggart.
Forget trying to get everything just right for my English 101 class.
This is why I live.
PHEWWWWW>>>>>>>>
AH>>>>>>>>
That's all I wanted to say.
Back to Taggart.